I am a Pigeon

I am a Pigeon

In the class of pigeon

A minor collective

With minimal use        –          Other than to peck away at meager supplements

In a society of larger flocks

My low cooing

Dwarfed by loud cries

From brilliant relative cousins

Strutting their stuff on the higher branches

Flaunting their plumage

Sometimes I wish i was a bird of paradise

But life dealt me the shorter straw

Probable cause?

Evolutionary natural selection or mutation

From war torn era’s

The larger beautiful pigeons

Destroyed within fear

Or for want of control

By other extravagantly adorned birds

My pigeon existance

Due to survivors

Who traveled distances across the earths circumference



With the prowess

Of intellect



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